Jane Sampson felt no psychological pressure as she let James Black lead her onto the motorcycle.
James reached over and handed her a helmet, "Put this on, then hug my waist."
Jane did as she was told, and after putting on the helmet, she reached around and hugged James's waist. She felt his body tremble for a moment, then she loosened her grip and asked, "Is it uncomfortable for you, the way I'm holding you?"
James's eyes rested on Jane's hands for a few seconds, then he shook his head, "Hug me like you did just now. I didn't say let go, don't let go."
After saying this, he put on his own helmet with swift efficiency.
Jane looked at James, puzzled, but still obediently wrapped her arms around him.
With the helmet keeping the wind and sand at bay, Jane didn't feel any discomfort. However, the sound of sand pattering against the helmet was unmistakably real, indicating the ferocity of the desert winds atop the mountain.
